Didn’t even want to write.
Some things are beyond a doctor’s ability to prescribe, just like some thoughts are beyond the abilities of the mind….
Words on a page can’t replace a good ‘ol fight.
The warmth of the day can never substitute for the cold thrills of the night.
And so- I do not want to write.
Yet here I type.
Here I type….
Saw me, shoot me, hang me tonight-
Return the feeling into my life!
I want tacos and hot sauce…
I want to burn my mouth.
This fever inside me, makes me want to scream and shout!
My veins pop out and my fingers fly….
And still have mustered not the desire…